“Hey, doc.” Despite the potential disaster, Sam offered the medic a thin smile. “Advise, I'm thinking. See, I've been talking to this guy who's new enough to---I think---know no-one else, and I found out he's fresh from the zombie apocalypse.”
She looked away from the drone to answer, shrugging through “I think you mighta,” before turning her attention back to Paian.
“I asked about the spread of this shit; he said everybody's infected. If whatever it is is robust enough to go worldwide on his homeworld, I, at a conversational distance, could be kinda screwed. If I am, I don't want to share that status with the whole of Haven.”
Sam huffed, half-turning to better address the guy she'd spoken of. “I'm hoping you didn't, but I don't want to take chances with anything like a potential zombie plague. Pardon my French, but va chier and frankly, fuck that noise.”
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She looked away from the drone to answer, shrugging through “I think you mighta,” before turning her attention back to Paian.
“I asked about the spread of this shit; he said everybody's infected. If whatever it is is robust enough to go worldwide on his homeworld, I, at a conversational distance, could be kinda screwed. If I am, I don't want to share that status with the whole of Haven.”
Sam huffed, half-turning to better address the guy she'd spoken of. “I'm hoping you didn't, but I don't want to take chances with anything like a potential zombie plague. Pardon my French, but va chier and frankly, fuck that noise.”